it takes her... a little longer than normal to answer, no one's fighting off a panic attack here, it's fine, and when she does open the door she has a blanket draped over her head and looks distinctly disheveled. ]
Sorry, I... haven't even started getting ready at all.
[ maybe she'll just physically expire before she can finish telling this story and that'd be great. she reflexively reaches out for nero's hand, and then hesitates. ]
[When she hesitates, he closes the gap himself and takes her hand, tight. He'd only seen one of Jason's memories and it was horrific. He could only imagine what might've happened in his subconscious.]
It's okay-- take it slow.
[...As he says this though, the phone in his pocket beeps again. Another text message...]
everything is so fucking funny rip all of these characters 1/2
I mean, it'd be one thing if it was just my mind having odd ideas while I was asleep but he definitely remembers it happening too, and it was... an accident but also I don't know if that matters and I just—
[ wheeze ]
I'd just never forgive myself if I screwed up any of this.
We agreed from the start, I was fine with you doin' whatever you felt comfortable with, right? It's not like I didn't know what that meant. And I'm at least half the dumbass I was then.
I mean, we were talking 'bout Games, but. Liking someone doesn't stop just 'cause it's not a Game anymore.
I don't know maybe it didn't make a lot of sense I guess but I... worry... a lot...
It was a really strange situation and... I mean, you were really worried then, so I didn't want to take it less seriously than I should...
Besides, I think he's going to try and throw himself on his sword over this and try and make it out like it's his fault and you should be mad at him, and you just made up.
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Red Bull gives you wings: Wait this is dumb are you in your room? I'll just come over
[Worried knock knocking!!!]
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it takes her... a little longer than normal to answer, no one's fighting off a panic attack here, it's fine, and when she does open the door she has a blanket draped over her head and looks distinctly disheveled. ]
Sorry, I... haven't even started getting ready at all.
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Nero's brows furrow in worry. This isn't like her at all.]
How bad was it? Whose dream did you get into?
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[ maybe she'll just physically expire before she can finish telling this story and that'd be great. she reflexively reaches out for nero's hand, and then hesitates. ]
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It's okay-- take it slow.
[...As he says this though, the phone in his pocket beeps again. Another text message...]
everything is so fucking funny rip all of these characters 1/2
It's, um, I mean, it wasn't—
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Um.
A sexy dream.
1/3
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I mean, it'd be one thing if it was just my mind having odd ideas while I was asleep but he definitely remembers it happening too, and it was... an accident but also I don't know if that matters and I just—
[ wheeze ]
I'd just never forgive myself if I screwed up any of this.
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He's just gonna hug her
and PAT HER BACK
AND MAKE SHUSH-ING SOUNDS!!]
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1/2
I mean, we were talking 'bout Games, but. Liking someone doesn't stop just 'cause it's not a Game anymore.
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1/2
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That's all I need.
...Did you really think I'd freak out at you? After I slept with Jason first?
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It was a really strange situation and... I mean, you were really worried then, so I didn't want to take it less seriously than I should...
Besides, I think he's going to try and throw himself on his sword over this and try and make it out like it's his fault and you should be mad at him, and you just made up.
...that's probably the other message.
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[HE'S GETTING WISE TO JASON'S BULLSHIT,,
anyways, gonna take out his phone and flop onto Shrike's bed, because it's already a mess and also he can,]
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[ mmm...
she's just going to wrap the blanket around her shoulders and what if she just... curls up next to him, for now. ]
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[He smooches her lightly on the temple as he opens his messenger,]
Sooo... was he good?
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You apparently have a type, and—yyyyyyyes, I, uh, can see why you're so keen on him.
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